This was the second man Ajiao had hugged, the first being her father.
Qin Feng's chest was firm and solid, leaning on it felt just like being in her father's arms, very relaxing.
But he was a bit different from her father. Ajiao felt her little heart pounding.
Her small hand tightened, not knowing why her body reacted this way. Even though she wanted to leave Qin Feng, she felt like she was glued to him and didn't want to part.
She sneakily glanced at Qin Feng, her small mouth tingling, always having the urge to kiss him.
Saying goodbye like this, who knows when they will meet again.
Ajiao didn't want to miss this opportunity, closed her eyes, her small hand moving upward, wrapping around Qin Feng's neck, and kissed his lips.
This dizzying feeling was truly comforting.
Qin Feng furrowed his brow tightly, having no way with the passionate girl.
